after care

about a year ago i had jaw surgery to help align my teeth. it wasn't that invasive although it was sore and (very) bruised & swollen for around a week.
for the entire recovery i stayed at my mums and was truly spoiled. i barely left the bed and had lovely home made soup & mashed up meals all through the day (just for the record, so did rupunzel, my dog, who was also staying with me).
this love & care made the recovery quick and somewhat bearable.
last night at around 11pm we came across a guy we know who 2 weeks ago was viciously & randomly stabbed by an ice-fuelled passer-by. he is 20 years old (although only looks 16) and has been transient since a family breakdown 5 years ago left him wandering the streets.
this young man - who to a passer by looks just like any other 16 year old enjoying a school holiday break - is homeless. he has no house, no family & other than the 614 community, no supports.
he was released from hospital the day after the stabbing but had no home to go to so went back to his squat in an abandoned building on the outskirts of the City - in reality, it's all he knows. he wasn't given enough pain relief and didn't have any money so got some street drugs on credit from a friend to ease his pain in the squat after leaving hospital - his first night after the stabbing was spent vomitting into a gutter.
last night he told me that he has to go back to hospital due to complications relating to the wounds as they got infected on leaving the hospital. he peeled back a dirty bandage to show me the red, inflamed stab wound, sighed, put the bandage back on, took the blanket & pie we gave him (we also were able to re-dress the wound) and headed back into his (previously) abandoned building.
home cooked meals? no. breakfast in bed? no. a bed? no. a mothers love? no.
after care?